The Legend of the Medical Concubine

Chapter 432: Merlin Conference

The Plum Forest of the Mo Gang has always been the place where important meetings are held. This Plum Forest covers a vast area, and the ancient plum trees are thick and tall, with branches crisscrossing and crisscrossing, as if they are a group of loyal guards, guarding the many secrets and stories of the Mo Gang. At this time, it is winter, and the cold is rampant in the Plum Forest. The atmosphere is so heavy that it seems to drip water. Even the birds that usually sing on the branches seem to feel the depressing atmosphere at this moment and disappear early.

The gang members gathered here with different expressions. Some were worried, their frowns seemed to be able to kill a fly, their eyes were full of worry and confusion, and they sighed from time to time, muttering to themselves: "What should we do about this? Is Gang Leader Lin a Khitan? If so, what should we do about the Mo Gang?" They clasped their hands together and rubbed them constantly, as if they wanted to get a little warmth from the friction to dispel the coldness in their hearts.

Some of them looked at Lin Ruoxue with a scrutinizing look, like a cold arrow, looking back and forth at her, not missing any details, as if they wanted to find flaws in her every subtle expression and every movement, so as to confirm their groundless suspicions. They stood aside with their arms folded across their chests, squinting their eyes slightly, looking coldly at everything in front of them, and occasionally a barely perceptible sneer would appear at the corners of their mouths, as if they had already determined that Lin Ruoxue was the one who would bring disaster to the Mo Gang.

The focus of all this fell firmly on Lin Ruoxue who was standing in front.

Lin Ruoxue, with a slightly thin figure, was wearing a plain outfit that tightly wrapped around her slender but tough body, which made her look even colder and more lonely in the coldness of the plum forest. Although her face was as pale as paper, she could not hide her innate stubbornness and perseverance, just like the winter plum blossoms, which still stood proudly on the branches even when attacked by frost and snow. Her eyes were like deep lake water. Although they were filled with endless bitterness and helplessness at this moment, they still flashed with a firm light, as if in the midst of these difficulties, there was still a fire burning in her heart that refused to go out. She stood there quietly, with an upright posture, like a lone tree that stood firm in the wind. Although she was attacked by wind and rain, she still refused to bend and surrender. Her tightly pursed lips seemed to silently tell of her inner unyielding and resistance. Her hair fluttered gently in the breeze, with a few strands brushing against her cheeks, making her look even more pitiful, but beneath that fragile appearance, she hid an extremely strong heart.

Mo Kun, who had always coveted the position of the leader of the gang, saw that everyone had arrived, and a glimmer of pride flashed in his eyes. His eyes were like a hungry wolf seeing its prey, greedy and excited. He took a step forward, and this step was very powerful. The snow under his feet was "crunching" under his feet, as if announcing his arrival to everyone. He shouted loudly: "Lin Ruoxue, your life story has now spread all over the martial arts world. Everyone knows that you are very likely a Khitan. My Mo Gang is located in the Central Plains martial arts world. How can we let a Khitan lead us? What else do you have to say? Get off the stage as soon as possible!" His voice echoed in the plum forest, with an unquestionable arrogance. It seemed that he had already regarded Lin Ruoxue as a thing in his pocket, and he was just waiting for her to obey. The smug smile spread wantonly on his face, from the corners of his mouth to his ears, which made people feel disgusted. As he spoke, he strode towards Lin Ruoxue. Every step he took carried a sense of oppression, as if he wanted to overwhelm Lin Ruoxue completely. His burly body formed a huge shadow in front of Lin Ruoxue, as if he wanted to swallow her up.

As soon as he finished speaking, some of the gang members who had doubts about Lin Ruoxue's life experience and were bewitched by Mo Kun started to make a noise: "Yes, step down! Step down! We can't let the Khitans control the Mo Gang!" These gang members' faces turned red, and the red color was like cooked shrimps. The blue veins on their necks were bulging. They waved their arms, and their arms were waving in the air. They shouted excitedly, and their eyes were full of blind enthusiasm, as if they could maintain the so-called "orthodoxy" of the Mo Gang as long as they followed Mo Kun's steps. They looked like a group of irrational mobs. They gathered behind Mo Kun and followed him closely to approach Lin Ruoxue, shouting slogans for Lin Ruoxue to step down. The sound rose and fell in the plum forest, becoming more and more noisy and noisy, shaking the snow on the branches in the plum forest to fall down, as if adding a bit of tension to the chaotic scene.

Although Lin Ruoxue's face was pale, her eyes were still firm. She looked around at the brothers who had fought together, and her heart was full of bitterness. She took a deep breath, and it was very difficult to take a breath, as if she wanted to suck all the coldness in the plum forest into her lungs, and then transform it into the power of her speech. She responded loudly: "Brothers, I know that everyone has doubts about my life experience now, but are you going to convict me just based on those unconfirmed rumors? I have been in the Mo Gang for so long, and the Mo Gang is my home to me. My loyalty to the Mo Gang is known to all the world!" Her voice was trembling, but still revealed an unquestionable firmness, trying to awaken the friendship and trust of these brothers. The tears flashing in her eyes were crystal clear in the sun, but they stubbornly refused to fall, as if falling meant giving up. She straightened her back, facing those scrutinizing and questioning gazes, without flinching, like a lone soldier defending her position. Her firm posture seemed to tell everyone that she would never easily succumb to this false accusation.

Mo Kun sneered, and the sneer was so cold that it seemed to freeze the air in the plum forest. He said, "Loyal? Humph, who knows if you are secretly colluding with the Khitans, and when the time is right, you will hand over my Mo Gang to the Khitans. You said you are not a Khitan, but do you have any evidence?" His words were like a sharp blade, piercing Lin Ruoxue's heart. The contempt and suspicion in his eyes were not concealed, as if Lin Ruoxue was already a complete traitor in his eyes. The upward arc of his mouth added a bit of sarcasm, as if he was watching a big joke. He stood there with his hands folded across his chest, looking at Lin Ruoxue coldly, as if waiting to see her joke. There was not a trace of sympathy in his eyes, only full of malice and calculation.

Lin Ruoxue clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white from the force. She tried to suppress the grief and anger in her heart and said, "I have been tracing my life experience. Although it has not been fully investigated yet, I can tell you clearly that everything I have done is for the Mo Gang, and I have never had the slightest intention of betrayal. Moreover, just because I may have Khitan blood, should I be treated like this? Is this fair to me?" Her eyes were red and tears were rolling in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to fall. She really couldn't accept that these brothers who had fought side by side now doubted her so easily. Her lips were bitten so tightly that blood was about to seep out, showing her inner pain and struggle. Her voice was a little hoarse because of excitement, but it still revealed an unyielding strength. She took a step forward, a step taken very firmly, as if she wanted to take a path of her own in this sea of doubts. She looked at Mo Kun and the gang members who were making trouble with a firm gaze, wanting them to see her determination. The look in her eyes seemed to say, "Don't even think about knocking me down like this!"